The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The hall is a beast of stone and shadow. It breathes cold air into your lungs. You stand in the center. The floor is wet. Your boots are soaked. You are the keeper. You are the wall. You are the sword that does not rust. Outside, the rain hammers the glass. It sounds like knuckles. It sounds like accusations. Inside, the chandelier burns low. The light is gold. The light is old. It pools on the...

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